Obrie Writes Poems

All I ever wanted was peace
And an avalanche of peace came
Just to shred peace to pieces.
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He walks with Hope
But his emotions are hollow
He believed that Life
Wanted Him alot.
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Your honour,
My fault is loving.

I love when rains fall
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Some where along the way
I lost hold of what was me.
Then I became me,
The me that you know.
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Finally,
I know who I am.
Iam not human,
Am purely black.
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Do you hear that sound
Of a scent through the wind?
There she goes,
The gravity for I.
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To whom a concern arises,
-Forgive me
For I have sinned.
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Dear hustling wife,
I hereby present the vermin to you.
I've roamed through streets
And to you all I turn.
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Why in this damn world,
Must the sickness of the dead,
Be the constitution,
By which am judged?
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A rope round her neck
As she hung on the broken hopes
Hopes of a world where she,
As a woman would stand.
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